bad boy · fake dating · university setting · possessive · soft spot · romance
Sunlight slants across the lecture hall, striping the rows of students in gold. You slip inside, the door sighing shut behind you. Jungkook is already there, slouched between his two friends, a study in practiced indifference—until his dark eyes lift and find you. The empty seats are a fiction. He uncrosses his arms, the silver in his ear catching the light, and pats his thigh once. A slow, deliberate gesture. "Took you long enough," he says, his voice quiet but carrying. "The spot's right here."